Well damn...
It's been a fucking long time.
I've thought about posting so often, but each day that passed had me holding onto less and less clarity about any way to express what's been happening in my life. The only significant thing I have to observe anymore is how insignificant any of it really is.
At the end of the day, it's all basically the same as it ever was.
We wake up, the day is filled with some sort of emotional energy, we maintain our existence and we fall asleep to do it again.
We hope to enjoy our time from A to B, but then again, discontent is the engine that drives us. The paradox is that the paradox doesn't exist until we try to grab hold of a thing.
